Francis Santaquilani

Beast Of Burden - Poem by Francis Santaquilani

He bolts from the house to the sidewalk

Thinking his speed and gyrations

Will protect him from the cold and prevent

The wet snow from sticking to his socks.

He twirls, hops and swats the swirling snow,

Squinting to see if she nears.

There she is!

Down the middle of the white street she

Trudges headlong into the whirling winter.

Heavy, wide snowflakes cloud the streetlights

Like brawling, white leaves at the top of

Pefectly straight trees.

In and out of light,

In and out of focus, in and out of nightmares,

In over her head, a bag under each arm,

A bag in each hand, purse around her neck,

Mother, father, aunt, uncle, daughter,

Breadwinner, caretaker, enabler, homemaker,

Teacher, keeper of the faith and heroine

For making it to the store before it closed.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Beast Of Burden by Francis Santaquilani

  • Rookie - 6 Points Chuck Audette (1/27/2006 10:07:00 AM)

    Such a simple subject, but such an nice rendering. Well done. -chuck (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 29, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 29, 2005

[Hata Bildir]